I’m a wife, mother, friend, talker, thinker, reader, writer. I’m also my children’s least favorite person and I won’t lie, while that fact has its benefits at times, like when we’re at a party and I want to just chill and hang with my friends, I can because my kids couldn’t give a rats ass whether I’m there or not, so long as dad is around, there are times when it hurts!
A couple of weeks ago, I had a really tough day at work, I also had PMS and was in a foul mood and I came home on the verge of tears and just needing and wanting some TLC from my children. But Dad got home before me and they weren’t interested in me at all! While they had their usual argument, which goes something like this:
Hannah – My Daddy!
Ava – NO! My Daddy!
Hannah – NO! NO! NO! My Daddy!
Ava – MY DADDY!!!!
Walter – smug smile while two little girls wrestle over who gets which position on his lap
Me, all by myself on the other couch with no one fighting over whose mommy I am, no one trying to sit on my lap. So I tried to get one of them to come and sit and cuddle with me. Ok, I was rather childish about it, snatching them off Walter’s lap and trying to force a cuddle, which resulted in tears and screams for Daddy, and tears from me and some foot stomping and behavior worthy of a petulant child (my behavior that is) I told them all to get lost… in rather ugly terms and marched off in a huff and a sulk to bed. Stuff them all, they only want Daddy, Daddy likes how they fight over them, then he can deal and bath them and feed them and I’m going to lie in bed and watch TV and not help and SCREW YOU ALL!
Real mature I know!
But the thing is, it frikkin hurts! And Walter says I should not let it bother me, that they’re just little girls and when they start approaching their teenage years, the pendulum will swing and they’ll forget about Daddy and only want Mommy, to take them shopping, talk about boys and make up, manicures and pedicures. But that’s not the point. I want sweet little girl cuddles and love and attention NOW.
Snuggles on the couch with my most precious! ❤️❤️ A photo posted by Sharon (@blessedbarrenness) on
And then I got to chatting to a friend last night, she has one child, a boy, and she says it’s the same in their house. Mom is everything, till Dad arrives and then Mom becomes the poo on the bottom of someones shoe, that should be aggressively rubbed off on the grass?
And I know from conversations I’ve had with other Mom’s that this is not unique to just me. Don’t get me wrong, I think my husband is an amazing father and I totally get and love that fact that his girls love, adore and idolize him, but sheesh, I don’t want to always feel like I’m the poo to be wiped off of someone’s shoe.
I cook, I nurture, I care, I feed, I see to all their school needs and extra mural activities, I schedule and arrange play dates and fun activities, I feed, clean and care for the bloody million and twenty silkworms, I clean vomit and whipe shitty bums and am good enough when they’re sick and needy or hurt and yet, I’m really just invisible when Daddy is around.
And it damn well HURTS!